Bianjing little doctor

Di Qingdang even locked Fu Jiuqu up.

After about half a month, Fu Jiuqu calmed down.

No longer mentioning looking for Xinyi, but making suggestions for the Southern Expedition Army, preparing to attack Nong Zhigao.

On the day when the Kunlun Pass was attacked at night on the Shangyuan Festival, he not only went to the front line with Di Qing personally with injuries, but even after Nong Zhigao was defeated and fled to Yongzhou, he chased him for hundreds of miles.

Di Qing let him go.

They all knew that Fu Jiuqu hated Nong Zhigao.

Killing his enemies with his hands was also his only solace.

However, Fu Jiuqu went with the army, but he did not bring back Nong Zhigao's head. After returning to the camp, he only said to Di Qing, "I escaped to Dali, please be punished by my mentor", and said nothing more.

"He's punishing himself."

Known child Moruomu.

After returning to Beijing, Fu Jiuqu asked himself to be blamed for a hundred sticks, and he had no objection to the grounding, because he felt guilty for Xin Yi's death and always loathed himself.

"In the past, when the young lady was around, the county king was willing to be obedient and take the medicine on time. Now, according to Mr. Zhou, the medicine is not used properly. Your Highness, if this continues, the county king will probably..."

Listening to Mrs. Qian's chatter, Zhao Yuqing's delicately made-up face became obscure and ugly.

"Don't talk nonsense! Ah Jiu will be fine."

It was a snowy day and the weather was gloomy, so the mansion lit up the lamps early.

When Zhao Yuqing entered, Fu Jiuqu was sitting by the wide-open window. He was wearing a snow-white crane cloak, and his long hair was untied, pouring down behind him like a black waterfall. The sculptures in the cold winter are handsome, but they lack the breath of a living person.

"Ah Jiu, come and eat something."

Zhao Yuqing called his son's nickname, with a slight smile on his face, put the soup cup in his hand on the table, and touched his ears.

"It's still hot."

Zhou Yiliu made the soup, but because Fu Jiuqu hated seeing her, Zhao Yuqing didn't dare to bring Zhou Yiliu to Qu Pavilion again...

In the entire pavilion, apart from Sun Huai, Cheng Cang and Duan Sui's confidants, only two women who cook and three raccoon slaves who keep cats are women.

Zhao Yuqing didn't hear Fu Jiuqu's words, and didn't see him turn his head back. She pursed her lips and smiled as usual, and slowly stepped forward to gather the clothes for her son, and asked gently:
"It's snowing so hard, why don't you close the windows?"

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes slowly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Yuqing smiled, "They said this year's Lantern Festival is very beautiful, so Ah Jiu wants to go out and have a look?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes didn't move, "I won't go. The shape looks like a ghost, so don't startle the lantern people."

How could Zhao Yuqing not know that her son was unhappy after not leaving the mansion for a year, and not taking half a step out of Linqu Pavilion for a year?
She smiled and persuaded again, "At the Yuan Ye Banquet tonight, the official said that you will be allowed to enter the palace together."

Fu Jiuqu smiled, "Really?"

Zhao Yuqing knew that Fu Jiuqu had feelings for the officials in her heart, so she sighed quietly, "Your uncle is not sincerely embarrassing you. As an emperor, he has to govern the country, take care of the court, and guard against foreign enemies. It's easy, you know, those courtiers are going to make a fuss, and they want to tear down the Golden Luan Hall, so what can your uncle do?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't speak.

Zhao Yuqing said again: "The things you did back then really made your uncle unable to step down. Think about it, how many pairs of eyes are staring at him? If he doesn't put on a show, he will ground you at home...how can he convince people?"

"Mother doesn't need to talk anymore." Fu Jiuqu glanced at her, "I will go tonight."

Seeing that his expression was calm, Zhao Yuqing finally let go of the tight string in her heart.

Long time is the best medicine in the world.

No matter how vigorous a young man is, he will grow up slowly.

One day, Ah Jiu will figure it out.

"You are a smart child, and my mother will not persuade you much. This person is fate after all. How can he grow old smoothly? In this life, people have to suffer. Be careful, no matter how old you are. It's over..."

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyebrows, and his lazy eyes fell on Zhao Yuqing's face. Under the half-smile expression, his eyes were as cold as water.

"Father broke your heart when he left without saying goodbye. Did you convince yourself like this?"

"you………"

Zhao Yuqing was a little angry.

This is the son she raised with one hand and one foot.

To say something that hurt her so much.

But after thinking about it, Ah Jiu is a child without a father.

As the eldest princess, she can give him glory and wealth, but she can't exchange him for a father's love.

"Mother doesn't talk about you anymore, you always have your reasons." Zhao Yuqing stroked her hair and changed the subject in a blink of an eye, "Seeing that you have lost a lot of weight, the clothes you used to wear are no longer easy to wear. I made some for you on New Year's Eve." clothes, so I asked someone to fetch them..."

Fu Jiuqu's expression remained unchanged, "Okay."

Zhao Yuqing bent the corners of her lips and felt much more relaxed. She brought the soup to Fu Jiuqu's mouth, saw him take a sip, his eyes opened, and asked with a little hope:

"tasty?"

Fu Jiuqu looked at her calmly, "Shang Ke!"

Zhao Yuqing smiled, "Ms. Zhou did it. This child is really dedicated to you... You drove him out of Linqu Pavilion so cruelly, and she never complained, alas! In the past year, what she did I can see all those things, he is a good boy..."

Fu Jiuqu was expressionless, "What does mother want to say?"

Looking at his cold face, Zhao Yuqing couldn't finish what she was about to say.

"Look at your age..."

Fu Jiuqu lowered his eyes, and the candlelight gradually condensed in his eyes.

"It's not too young, Eleven has been away for a year."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned around and called Sun Huai.

"Go, bring me Duan Sui."

Sun Huai glanced at Zhao Yuqing, "The little one takes orders."

It's the Lantern Festival again, and it's eleventh this time. I'm afraid I've already gone to the Naihe bridge to drink Meng Po soup. When he dies, go to see her in the underworld. What did he do in those days, how could he answer?

"Master Jiu..." Duan Sui entered cautiously, not daring to look into Fu Jiuqu's eyes.

Fu Jiuqu frowned slightly, "How about the news I asked you to inquire about?"

Duan Sui said: "Zhang Shuzhi was recruited by the official family to be a servant in front of the imperial court, and he was very favored. After the official family came down to court, they often went to his mansion outside Lihui Gate..."

After a pause, Duan Sui's voice became even softer.

"My subordinates have found out that the official family is very fond of Zhang Shuzhi's two sons, and they have bestowed a lot of gold and silver treasures in private, wishing to move the treasure house in the palace to them... Huh! Those who don't know think it is the official family. What about the illegitimate son..."

Sun Huai: "Don't talk nonsense. Unfortunately, the three princes of the official family died young, and it is understandable to love the first thought and the second thought..."

He glanced at Fu Jiuqu, but unexpectedly his lips curled slightly.

"It seems that being an emperor may not be satisfactory."

Duan Sui didn't know what Fu Jiuqu meant by this sentence. After all, when he came back from Lingnan last year, his family's Jiuye was very strange and very different from before.The previous ruthlessness was in the open, but now the ruthlessness is in the dark...

As for Concubine Zhang's face, Fu Jiuqu took good care of it, and told Chazi, the Imperial City Secretary, that Concubine Zhang is very beautiful, even if she is a doctor who is thousands of miles away, she has to recall it if she wants to. , but she must let her wish come true.

Duan Sui knew that what Jiu Ye said was ironic, because after Cheng Cang was ordered to go down, the noble concubine in the palace, who was deeply favored by the imperial concubine, suddenly suffered from facial illness every two days, and could no longer feel comfortable...

Cheng Cang said, Master Jiu will get back all the losses he suffers.

Duan Sui didn't know it at the time, but now he understands it.

Although Master Jiu never left home, nothing could escape his eyes.

After General Di was victorious and returned to the court, the officials wanted to appoint him as a privy envoy and reward the Southern Expedition Army, but they were unanimously opposed by the ministers in the court, headed by Prime Minister Pang Ji.

It was difficult for the officials to deal with, but within a few days, Lord Jiu sent a letter to the adults, and they changed their minds. They would not hesitate to confront Pang Xianggong, but also strongly advised Di Qing to be the privy envoy.

As a result, General Di became the first military general and privy envoy in the true sense except for the founding hero Cao Bin since the Song Dynasty.

Looking at Master Jiu who was working hard, Duan Sui was both happy for him and sad for him...

But Master Jiu disliked him for being simple-minded, and never entrusted him with important tasks like he did to Cheng Cang.

What Duan Sui is doing now is always some errands and miscellaneous work, such as sending people to the south to look for Xinyi over and over again, such as sending people to take care of Xinyi's pharmacy, such as paying attention to the situation of the three little ones in private...

Duan Sui is also someone who wants to do great things.

Therefore, he is occasionally depressed.

"Master Jiu, is there anything else you want to order your subordinates to do?"

Fu Jiuqu looked over, his eyes were as cold as abyss, but suddenly a silent smile broke out.

"Go and call Mrs. Zhou."

Duan Sui was greatly surprised, "Master Jiu, are you unwilling to see her?"

Fu Jiuqu stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

Duan Sui trembled, aware of his overstepping, quickly lowered his head, and bowed his hands, "My subordinate is, that is to say, that little Zhou lady used to call herself the concubine of the ninth master in the mansion, which is extremely unpleasant. ... This is the Lantern Festival, and the subordinates don't want Master Jiu to spoil his mood because of her."

Fu Jiuqu asked nonchalantly, "Does this king need your consent for anything?"

Duan Sui: "Don't dare!"

Seeing this, Sun Huai raised his foot and kicked him.

"You idiot, hurry up!"

Duan Sui glanced at Fu Jiuqu's cold and bottomless eyes, and his throat tightened.

"Subordinates take orders!"